everything.

caden never liked to stay indoors
his mother could always find him, 
two year old chicken legs wobbling over to the sliding glass door
in order to clink his toy car against the glass over and over until she quickly stopped him always warning of the thin glass, and of the unattractive fingerprints but being so young he could only fall back onto his diaper in defeat and wail until his mother would scrape him off the carpet and put him down to sleep. but today was different he was learning how to be faster and more effecient, tucking his car under his arm, hastily tottering over to the door he banged over and over.

when his mom finally entered the room she gasped at the picture of her little boy sitting outside the door covered in shards of shiny glass, giggling.
but all he had to say was “look mommy, i made diamonds”